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“You must be Cole,” she says with her cheeks blushing a fiery pink.

“That’s right,” I say, feeling like I’ve floated out of my body and am watching this encounter from above. “And you’re Mila?”

She smiles shyly. “That’s right. Come on in.”

I take a deep breath before stepping into her house, marveling at the fact that I’m stepping into this beauty’s sanctuary. I inhale deeply, trying to get a delicious whiff of her scent, but all I smell is paint and paint thinner.

“Thank you so much for doing this,” she says as she moves awkwardly around the foyer—adjusting a plant, moving her keys half an inch to the side on the little table, fixing a picture on the wall that’s already straight. “It’s hard to find a model with your… qualifications.”

“I wasn’t sure what to wear,” I say, glancing down at my blue jeans and tight white t-shirt. “So, I have a couple of other outfits in the car. I have a suit too.”

“A suit?” she says, looking at me with a tilt of her head. “What do you mean?”

“What do you mean? Aren’t you painting me?”

“Yeah, but… It was supposed to be… You’re going to be… Did Candice not tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

God, her face is on fire now. It’s beet red and it’s making her look so damn adorable, I can’t even. I just want to take her in my arms and feel if those plump pink lips are as soft and tasty as they look.

“The job is… umm….”

She fixes the picture again, only this time she makes it crooked. I get a glimpse of the side of her breast under her overalls as she turns and my cock aches in agony. I’ve been so focused on her that I didn’t even realize I’ve been hard this whole time.

I hate that she looks so nervous in front of me. So uncomfortable. I just want to take her in my arms and let her know that being with me is her safe space. It’s where she doesn’t have to worry about a thing. I’ll take care of her. Always. I’ll be whatever she needs.

“It’s okay, Mila,” I say softly to her. “I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll take care of your every need. Just tell me what you want me to do.”

She stops fidgeting and looks right at me. Those fiery blue eyes up close like this have a magical grip on me that I know I’ll never be able to shake.

“It’s a nude portrait,” she says with a lick of her lips. “I have to paint you with no clothes on.”

She’s fidgeting with the big button on her overalls, her breath quickening while she waits for my answer.

She wants me to get naked in front of her? She wants me to strip down and stand in front of her with nothing hiding my long thick cock? She wants to stare at my huge dick for hours, studying every single detail? Those sexy blue eyes locked on me, examining me, admiring me?

“Alright,” I say with my voice getting deeper. “Let’s get started.”



* * *

Oh my god, this is crazy.

I’m pacing around my art studio with my heart thumping in my chest as I wait for Cole to come out of the changing room.

“It’s not the first time you’ve done this,” I whisper to myself, but even I know it’s a lie.

It was different with Gavin. He was gay, so it didn’t feel sexual. We talked and chatted easily, like talking with your hairdresser or manicurist. He just happened to have his cock hanging out.

But this guy… Holy shit… How am I going to get through the next few weeks with this gorgeous man standing naked in front of me?

I’m going to be blushing so much that my cheeks will permanently turn pink. My hands will be shaking so much that the painting will look like a Van Gogh. This is not going to work.

I’ll just politely ask him to go. I’ll thank him and say that he’s not quite what I’m looking for. It will be okay. I’ll just have to—

The door opens and I step back with a gulp as Cole steps into the room wearing nothing but a robe.

He looks even bigger in the art studio. He’s like a superhero or something with that huge muscular frame and wide massive chest. He’s so tall that I have to tilt my head back to look into his dark brown eyes.

That thin robe is clinging to his broad shoulders and round arms. It stops at his knees and I start to get a tingling between my legs when I wonder how far down his… package goes.

“That’s beautiful,” he says as he looks at the canvas I’m working on. It’s a painting of red roses I’m working on just for fun.

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